The crisp summer night and an awful weight of responsibilities cause Patrick to depart when he's sure no eyes are set on him. Swiftly, he slips past the gates of the Zweig residence and runs to a place he knows the best - the sandy beach that he's sure will be unoccupied.

Slipping out of his leather boots, he sits on the wooden pier and lets his feet bathe in the salty water. Under the silver lights of the stars, he catches a glimpse of a movement; something sparkly under the waves. But it's not a fish - no no no - something much bigger and smoother, a lot more graceful.

And when that something proves to be almost human-like - when you finally swim up, completely unaware of his presence - Patrick squints, unable to believe his eyes. He was so sure mermaids only exist in the imagination of little kids.

"Hey! Hey - you - come here!"

He's unsure what to call you and how to demand your attention. Apparently, though, this is enough, as you flip your head in his direction, a bewildered expression on your pale face. And Patrick is speechless - you have completely bewitched him with your unreal appearance.

"Who are you?"